It’s actually the Melvins here — the “Lite” modifier’s supposed to signal their (gigantic, huge, mammoth) legion of ant-antennaed fans that the bassist is playing an unplugged upright bass. What does this spell, class? That’s right, a new era in sloppy garage-mud experimentation. It’s not all that off-putting at first (kickoff song “Mr. Ripoff” sounds like Witch after having buckets of centipedes dumped on their heads), but the drum-solo-vs.-feedback thing in “Baby Won’t You Weird Me Out” does make me whip out the “That [bleeping] Tank” reference, which I’m always happy to use — heavy Marshall-amp truthfulness is a rare commodity, which brings us to “Inner Ear Rupture,” a self-explanatory title for a tune that, if you’ll man up and crank the thing, precisely mimics the experience of walking into the cellar right when your little brother’s band is kicking into something that could either be Black Sabbath or Bad Brains, who knows or cares. Bravo guys, so I’ll mention that the major news with the Melvins is that they’re trying to break the Guinness Record for most U.S. states played in the shortest time, meaning that if they’re not in their graves by Sept. 28 they’ll be at the Brick House in Dover on that date. A—Eric W. Saeger